Yesterday, the Featureless Saint and I celebrated our 12th wedding anniversary. Hard to believe. Twelve years -- and yet we are still so very young and well moisturized.
(Actually, we've been a couple longer if you consider the 3+ years we co-habitated. But, technically, this is our 12th year of legal living together.)
So far, there have only been two anniversaries we haven't celebrated. The first was the summer the Diva was born, mostly because I had just gotten off of Tower Four and three hours without crying was its own celebration. The second was last year. The Dude had just been born and the best gift we could give each other was looooong nap. Which is what we gave each other.
This year, we went to Jay's Place. We've been there before and it has always been pretty good but last night is was amazing. And I don't think it was just the occasion.
What helped, of course, was that Jay himself was behind the grill and working the Fry-o-later. My filet Oscar, which was topped with asparagus, crab and hollandaise, was perfectly cooked. The asparagus was bright green. The crab was sweet. The hollandaise seemed home-made, rather than a dry Cisco mix. I have also discovered my death row meal. It wasn't the filet itself but the perfectly cooked steak fries soaked in hollandaise and meat juice. Come to think of it, this may be what kills me.
Scott's batter-dipped fried halibut was perfect and about as big as my forearm. Both the waitress and I were certain that he couldn't finish it. Then he did. The baked potato was left untouched. But, come on, it's a baked potato.
It's even more amazing that he finished it given the starter, which was a crab au gratin -- crabmeat in a cheesy sauce over puff pastry, was snarfed by both of us in seconds. I did get dessert -- a chocolate mousse that tasted exactly like uncooked brownie batter, which is my favorite treat ever.
(There are two sorts of people in this world: those who prefer uncooked cookie dough and those who prefer uncooked brownie batter. Discuss.)
And so 12 years on, here we are, well-fed and content. Can one ask for more?